Greetings All:
I have not been on the forum for a while--life happens. But we had a tragedy happen today regarding our little miniature Yorkshire Terrier/Pug mix dog. I know this is a cat forum, but I hope you will let it lay; the cats in the household are upset too. Here is what Hub sent to a friend. It pretty much tells how it happened.
We are both at fault--I for not saying anything when Lynn told me he would take the dog, and him for taking the dog in the first place:
Dear Robert:
I need to talk to someone and as you, we have no real friends. Today has been a very bad day for me. Before I need to get my new mower blades I decided to mow our cemetery with the old blades. It is rough cut in there. Of course I took Yorkie my "buddy". He stood on the steering wheel the whole time and on my lap. I put the long leash leader on him to keep him out of my way. He is so good, he just sits there and watches. When I got closer he moved about twenty feet away.
I really need NOT to stress you with this but I really have no one to talk to, not even Mary.
I came around, and the mower hit the string pulled out of the take up reel and Yorkie flew 2500 rpm and hit the side of my belly mower and was killed instantly. I've been a basket case since. He loved me so. I loved him and I could not be more grieved if it were one of my children. We waited until the body was cool and also hoping God could do a miracle for me.
I buried him with his toys, one can of his food. Put his teddy bear "girlfriend" in with him and some diatomaceous earth to preserve him. We buried him deep in an ammo can. I will make a monument later.
I've had two dogs in my life. I cannot say how this has affected me. I apologize for unloading but if I tell my brother as he is too sick and it would literally kill him. He loved me bringing Yorkie to visit and played with him. His crappy wife will not allow him a dog as bad as he wants one. I won't tell Priscilla (was her dog) until I purchased him.
Needless to say, I'm not going to be right for some time. It was not just a dog. He was my son.
Forgive me my friend but you are my friend. Please don't mention this to me as I have abused you in this note and I'll handle it in a while. Lynn
I hope that I, Mary, can come to some peace with this and also for my hubby, Lynn. I assure that I am grieving as well. It is how we feel about our four-legged family members.
Thank you for your understanding and tolerance.
I have not been on the forum for a while--life happens. But we had a tragedy happen today regarding our little miniature Yorkshire Terrier/Pug mix dog. I know this is a cat forum, but I hope you will let it lay; the cats in the household are upset too. Here is what Hub sent to a friend. It pretty much tells how it happened.
We are both at fault--I for not saying anything when Lynn told me he would take the dog, and him for taking the dog in the first place:
Dear Robert:
I need to talk to someone and as you, we have no real friends. Today has been a very bad day for me. Before I need to get my new mower blades I decided to mow our cemetery with the old blades. It is rough cut in there. Of course I took Yorkie my "buddy". He stood on the steering wheel the whole time and on my lap. I put the long leash leader on him to keep him out of my way. He is so good, he just sits there and watches. When I got closer he moved about twenty feet away.
I really need NOT to stress you with this but I really have no one to talk to, not even Mary.
I came around, and the mower hit the string pulled out of the take up reel and Yorkie flew 2500 rpm and hit the side of my belly mower and was killed instantly. I've been a basket case since. He loved me so. I loved him and I could not be more grieved if it were one of my children. We waited until the body was cool and also hoping God could do a miracle for me.
I buried him with his toys, one can of his food. Put his teddy bear "girlfriend" in with him and some diatomaceous earth to preserve him. We buried him deep in an ammo can. I will make a monument later.
I've had two dogs in my life. I cannot say how this has affected me. I apologize for unloading but if I tell my brother as he is too sick and it would literally kill him. He loved me bringing Yorkie to visit and played with him. His crappy wife will not allow him a dog as bad as he wants one. I won't tell Priscilla (was her dog) until I purchased him.
Needless to say, I'm not going to be right for some time. It was not just a dog. He was my son.
Forgive me my friend but you are my friend. Please don't mention this to me as I have abused you in this note and I'll handle it in a while. Lynn
I hope that I, Mary, can come to some peace with this and also for my hubby, Lynn. I assure that I am grieving as well. It is how we feel about our four-legged family members.
Thank you for your understanding and tolerance.
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